Chapter 105: It Is Indeed Good To Be Rich

Soon, the waiter returned, this time carrying a dish concealed beneath a delicate golden dome.

A faint wisp of smoke curled inside, hinting at something warm, fragrant, and mysterious.

"And now, sir," the waiter said with a knowing smile, "one of our proudest creations."

Rex raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

With practiced grace, the waiter lifted the dome— revealing a small porcelain bowl.

Puff Pastry Black Truffle Soup.

The moment the lid was lifted, the room seemed to pause — as if inviting him to take part in a quiet ritual.

As if on cue, the waiter leaned in slightly and said, "Crafted with wild mushrooms, slow-simmered cream, and winter truffle. A favorite of our regulars."

Rex gave a small nod, intrigued.

Then, with care, the waiter carefully broke the top with a spoon, the aroma of black truffle, cream, and wild mushrooms wafted into the air. Steam curled upward like incense in a temple.